He was only ten
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He stood on the walls of helms deep
wearing equipment that was too big,
and holding a sword that he could barely lift.
He stood very bravely though he wanted to cry
and to run to the comfort of his mother's arms.
All around him men and other boys (mostly older)
also stood bravely though fear was seen in their eyes.
He knew that they were frightened too
of what was about to happen.
The sky was darkened and the mood was tense
moments before the attack began.
The clouds burst and rain began to pour
as the first arrow was shot.
Another tense moment passed
before the fighting really broke forth.
The little boy watched as the arrows flew everywhere
striking men and boys around him.
One arrow narrowly missed him
as he quickly dodged to the left.
The soldier next to him said, "you, have good reflexes;
this will help you in the battle."
The little boy nodded his head at the soldier
with unshed tears that formed in his eyes,
for he had many years ahead of him,
and did not want to die.
He wanted to play with his friends,
and have a future filled with hopes and dreams
instead of being a child soldier ready to give his life
at so young an age.
Uraks and Orcs climbed to the outer walls of Helms Deep
like spiders and ants
and aimed their cruel weapons at the people of Gondor.
The boy picked up his sword though it was heavy
ready to defend himself and everyone around him too
from the monsters that were bent on destroying
every man woman and child.
Screams were heard all around him
as many were wounded or killed
by the swords and scimitars that cut and slice
and arrows that find their marks so true.
Fear in his heart increased as the orcs came closer.
He swung his sword Hoping that none of their
cruel weapons would pierce him.
He swung as best as he could cutting an orc or two.
Then an urak that Towered over him
aimed a scimitar at him.
He tried to block it with his sword
but it was to no avail,
for the scimitar sliced his chest.
He felt searing pain as he fell to the floor
Then he saw complete blackness
and knew no more.
In the after math of the battle,
he was held in the arms of a woman who
Was weeping and lamenting, saying
that, "he was only ten years old."